Hua Xiaomai, after all, had a good constitution. She nestled at home and after taking a few days of careful rest, she gradually recovered well. Unable to wait any longer, she took her little walnut back from Old Mrs. Meng to her side.
As May approached, the sun began to bring a scorcher hint, drying the grass in the fields until it was dry and brittle. Everywhere in the fields, farmers swung their sickles, their figures drenched in sweat.
The rainy season was about to begin, and everyone wanted to tidy up their crops before it started to avoid the torrential rains from ruining their food and vegetables, which would wash away all their spring efforts. The Meng Family's land wasn't abundant, but they couldn't afford to be negligent and thoroughly tended the two chili patches near the threshing floor. The small vegetable patch in the front yard of the new house, which was planted with onions and garlic, had an early wooden shed built to shelter it from the rain.
